De parto [English translation]

Her feet were swollen,

the fourth month, the weight in her womb

the woman in bloom

who walked by love

giving live.

If you see her,

happily looking into the mirror

feeling her profile

and weaving a thousand names

in both sexes.

On her own way flourished by Spring

in order to give thanks to the Sun and to perfume the sidewalk.

Her skin of satin

she feels well coming from the path,

splashed in the childhood of neglect

of her rocking.

If you see her,

in front of the cafe, playing hopscotch,

in evening that's five o'clock

her yesterday return from school.

And on her own way she returned the horse and the waggon,

the cardboard doll and the earthenware pots.

If you see her,

singing lullabies to herself

with a rattle

that cradled the carnation

in a moon's ray.

Run taciturn, put another bed in the room

decorate it of blue and en August in labour.

In labour...

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:Para Vivir/Cancion Infantil